"Brother Fang, look at how you look like you can get a ranking like this."

"If I can't get the ranking, I'll admit it."

Fang Ji was a little helpless, after all, it was time to show the real technique.

For a while, Fang Ji pretended to be a lover of ancient poetry and a literary youth for a while, in order to contact a girl. Of course, not to cheat feelings or that kind of dirty stuff. Purely because the girl's father was the object of his thousands.

Thinking about it now, Fang Ji still felt a little sorry for that girl, after all, that girl was quite good, even if his father had done something very despicable.

Of course, not only Luo Huai, Li Linlang and Su Wan were also curious about this. After all, Fang Ji's dress doesn't look like the kind of talented person who is full of poetry.

And this poem also needs to be recited aloud downstairs, if there is no ink, it must be a level of laughter and generosity.

As for Luo Huai, the second daughter was not worried at all. Luo Huai prides himself on being the smartest person in Los Angeles, although there are many people who are not convinced, but some people are really convinced, such as Yun Guan......

"Brother Fang, have you ever learned to write poetry? It's really not good, Brother Huai, I'll send you a song. ”

"I've only learned to write with my master for a few years."

It's okay not to mention it, this Tiluo Huai is stunned again. He remembered the word Fang Ji himself wrote when he wrote the name of the dish......

It's not that it's ugly, but at least it doesn't look like it's the level of a Da Wei scholar.

And when Su Wan heard Fang Ji say that she had learned to write, she chuckled, after all, she had also seen the words written by Fang Ji.

It's just that her smile made Luo Huai and Li Linlang a little puzzled.

Speaking of which, although this guy writes poorly, he still has some level of drawing.

Su Wan obviously remembered the two paintings that Fang Ji had painted for her, at least the skills of this painting were unheard of for her.

Maybe......

"While we have time, why don't we take the test for Brother Fang." That Su Wan raised her voice to speak at this time, which made Fang Ji want to laugh when she heard it.

Probably he thinks that this Xibei goods should be this girlfriend named Lin Lang or something. After all, Lin Lang introduced her as a scholar, and now it seems that this scholar and this Lin Lang should be friends.

"I used to chant a poem when it was snowing." Fang Ji's eyes rolled, and he thought of a poem, revealing a classic harmless smile of humans and animals.

Roughly this kind of link is called the fool link.

"Oh? Read it aloud and let us hear it. Luo Huai is also interested, just to hear Fang Ji's so-called poems.

"This poem is called Yongxue."

The three of them were all stunned, but they didn't expect this poem title to look quite good.

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight or ninety."

Luo Huai was stunned when he heard this, but Li Linlang and Su Wan laughed when they heard it.

"You see that if I read it and you laugh at me, I won't read it." Fang Ji pretended to be a little angry, but in fact this was just "teasing the fool".

"Okay, Brother Fang, it's really not good, Brother Huai'er will write it for you."

"Not necessarily." Fang Ji looked like he was going to fight for his "dignity", and it was probably like he was going to open up.

Luo Huai blinked his eyes, and with his understanding of the halberd, he knew what he wanted to play, so he also smiled and said nothing.

At this moment, only a gong was heard, and it was the loud Cui Honglou Turtle Gong who shouted there:

"The title of Miss Roushuang's poem has been decided, please listen to the sons who got the paper. Miss Roushuang said that there is no limit to the topic, but the poem must praise Miss Roushuang's appearance, a stick of incense for a limited time, and now you can start to write! ”

Fang Ji couldn't help but flatten his mouth when he heard the title, this soft frost was quite "narcissistic". It's just that Fang Ji really hasn't seen what this soft frost looks like.

Of course, Fang Ji didn't think he needed it.

Writing a licking poem, it is natural how to lick comfortably and how to come. Even if it is an apocalypse tank, the halberd must be written: What kind of fairy appearance is this, love love.

Na Luo Huai lifted the pen, only muttered for a moment before starting to pick up the pen.

As for Fang Ji, although he had already thought of the verses of the great poet of the literary copy, but in line with the principle of teasing fools, he had to frown, lift the pen and put it down.

After Luo Huai finished writing at this time, he raised his eyes and looked at Fang Ji, which made him stunned.

After all, although he had long thought that this brother could write any poems, this guy was really pretending to be a bottleneck now.

However, Luo Huai is still sure that Fang Ji will definitely be able to write poems, and he must be able to get the ranking.

To say why?

He knows that this brother doesn't trade at a loss, and he probably can't afford to make a profit. Is he willing to spend fifty taels on a piece of paper? That's too fake, isn't it?

It's even more fake than someone who said that he didn't want to go to Nanqi Mountain to be a bandit.

So he can basically be sure that this brother is pretending to be stupid now.

Drag, just drag hard!

And finally Fang Ji picked up the pen, but when he wrote the poem, he still shrank and shrunk in a hurry, so that the three people present would not see what he wrote.

Finally, after writing and waiting for the ink to dry, it is folded so that others will not see what is written.

Probably Luo Huai couldn't help laughing, but the two women thought that Fang Halberd was too badly written and was embarrassed to show them.

The two of them were also interested, but they were not too curious, although they really wanted to know what poems Fang Ji had written.

It can't be anything: "one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces" or something.

"Brother Fang, if you are really reluctant, just don't sign your real name when you sign it." Luo Huai naturally didn't forget to joke with Fang Ji at this time.

"Brother Huai'er, you still don't know me." Fang Ji showed an indescribable smile at this time, probably a bit like a little fox. "I'm sure I won't sign my name."

"That's good." Luo Huai answered, but couldn't help but be stunned.

This brother seems to have something to say.

And when the time came, there was a woman who received the poems of the two, and after the halberd was handed over, Luo Huai was stunned.

"I said Brother Fang, is it difficult for you to sign this ......"

"Naturally, it's Brother Huai'er."

Li Linlang and Su Wan finally couldn't help but laugh after hearing this.

probably thought that Fang Ji wrote a bad poem, and then signed Luo Huai's name.

And Luo Huai just sighed, a little headache.

If Fang Ji really wrote a bad poem, it would be nothing, and his headache now was that Fang Ji wrote too well.

"Okay, now that the poem has been written, why don't I finish reading the "Yongxue" just now, I am personally quite satisfied with this poem." Fang Ji seems to be very persistent in his "one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces".

Then Li Linlang was a little helpless about his father-in-law: "Then big brother, you can read it." ”

So Li Linlang bit her lower lip lightly, trying not to let herself laugh.

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight or ninety." Fang Ji read it again, and almost Li Linlang couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into the plum blossoms are not seen."

Huh?

Li Linlang couldn't believe his ears after listening to it.

This poem...... In the end, this "flying into the plum blossoms and not seeing" is simply sublimation......

In other words, this halberd can really write poetry?

Luo Huai couldn't help but flatten his mouth when he heard this.

Now he just begged Fang Ji to write a poem that was not too good, after all, it was signed by his name......

The better the talent, the more trouble, this is the trouble of the children of the official eunuchs.

Of course, only Brother Huai should think so.